DS Day 6 - Ask her about herself

"You like people telling you what to do?" you ask her.

"Depends who's doing it," she chirps back.

You keep washing.

"Where you from?" you ask.

"England, of course," she replies.

"Do you know Beth?"

"Yes. Duni as well," she adds. "We thought we would all play for Oxford United."

"You go to Oxford?" you ask, impressed.

"So do they," she tells you.

"I didn't know that," you reply, lathering up your hair.

"Do you want help?"

"No," you say. "Tell me what you study."

"Communications. You know, the Royal Navy wanted me," she says.

"That's my major too," you note.

"Quite a coincidence," she says.

"Are you joining the military? That's a good way to have someone giving you orders," you tell her.

"I never thought of that," she replies.

"Are you any good at it?"

"Good at what?" she asks, confused.

"Taking orders," you say, finally turning around and looking at her. She blushes and crosses her arms nervously.

You turn off the water and leave the shower, grabbing your towel and going to your bed. It's only a minute later when Sam shows up, still damp, and wrapped in her own towel.

"You didn't let me answer," she says.

"So answer," you say, offering her your hairbrush.

She only hesitates for a very short second, then sits next to you. You turn, and she takes the brush and starts on your hair. It feels good, and she doesn't say anything. You know if you look at her, she will be blushing. Even when she's already brushed enough, she keeps going. She's waiting for you to tell her to stop. She thinks you are testing her. You actually were not, but it's going well.

"I'm still wet," you say.

"What?"

"Can I borrow this?" you ask, touching her towel.

She turns redder. That's the towel she is wearing, and everyone is here. No one is paying attention to you right now, but if Sam is naked...

"Sure," she says, and takes it off, revealing her tanned body. No tan lines. None. It's not a tan... she just has a beautiful skin tone.

"Thanks." You dry off your legs and give it back, but before she can put it on, you turn her head and start brushing her hair. Now she sits with the towel in her lap, her body on display, unable to stop blushing... or smiling. It's lucky you both just bathed, and the scents of body wash and shampoo are strong enough to mask the smell of how wet she must be between her legs.

You finish brushing her hair.

"Goodnight, Sam," you say.

"Night," she replies shyly, and goes to her own bed.

Soon the lights are off. You settle down, pleased with how the day went. From the corner of your eye, you can see Sam in her bed, lying on her side with her back to you. You like the curve of her hip in the dark, but you especially like how quiet and stealthy she is able to be... you can't see because of her position, but you know that under the covers she has one hand between her legs, in her underwear, and she's probably biting her pillow as she gets herself off.

You handled that well.